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“I Don't sparkle ........I Bite !!!”
― Amy Mah, Fangs Rule: A Girls Guide to Being a Vampire

“Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.”
― Whitney Barbetti, Ten Below Zero

“He moved like a bird; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to watch me, and as he did, his biceps tightened. His dark hair was chin length and concealed most of his face. His mouth was wide in a disturbing smile that displayed his perfectly white teeth; the upper and lower canines sharpened to fine points.”
― J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness

“Time flies when you grow fangs and fur.”
― Dianna Hardy, Cry Of The Wolf

“He gave my hair a final, gentle tug and turned away. I watched him go, Hunger and longing and that strange squirmy feeling twisting my insides. Crawling into my tent, I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to sleep, to forget Ezekiel Crosse. His touch. His warmth. And how badly I wanted to sink my fangs into his throat and truly mine.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules

“There is an old Russian saying. 'A serpent changes his skin, not his fangs.”
― M.K. Hobson, The Native Star

“I wondered if full-blooded vampires had something like blue balls for their fangs if they didn’t get to feed when they were expecting to. Like some kind of pseudo-sexual gingivitis.”
― Sierra Dean, Grave Secret

“With a savage grin, he let out an inhuman roar of bloodlust and threw himself into an unholy orgy of blood, fangs, claws, and death.”
― Alan Kinross, Longinus the Vampire

“Open your eyes, Cassie."
His mouth was on mine before I had a chance to comply, the gentle pressure of his lips stealing the breath of my lungs and pushing out any worries I might have had about whether this was a good idea. His hand slid down to my chin, gently tilting it up a little to give him better access. I was so overwhelmed with sensation that I was helpless to do anything but let him kiss me, and to kiss him back. My hands slid up his broad chest of their own volition, the fabric his shirt soft beneath my fingers as I clutched at the ends of his collar with both hands.
My touch elicited a quiet moan from the back of his throat that made me dizzy with a spike of searing desire.
"We can't do this here," I mumbled against his lips. Mostly because it felt like something I was supposed to say, given that this was Sam's bathroom and an entire apartment full of people was having a party on the other side of the door.
But I knew, even as I said the words, that were absolutely going to do this here.
It didn't seem like Frederick even heard what I'd said. If he did, he certainly wasn't paying it any mind. His kisses grew bolder, the exquisite pressure of his mouth increasing until I parted my lips for him on a ragged sigh. He tasted like breath mints and the wine he must have pretended to drink earlier this evening. I wanted to lose myself in it--- in the way he slid his tongue along mine, coaxing a whimper from my throat; in his strong arms, as they encircled me and pulled me closer. I could feel his sharp, prominent canines against my tongue as I kissed him, something I'd certainly never noticed before when I'd seen him smile. A thrilling flash of heat shot through me, the visceral reminder of who and what he was startling me for only a moment before I lost myself in the kiss again.”
― Jenna Levine, My Roommate Is a Vampire

“She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Buzz crouched between her feet and scrutinised as much as he could see of her perilous interior to find out if all was in order and there were no concealed fangs or guillotines inside her to ruin him.”
― Angela Carter, Love

“Sentimentality often grew fangs and bit a person in the rump.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“The path’s been set ,
The way has been pointed out to me,
I need strength to walk, and make the first step,
I need the light to see, and wisdom to discern,
I need Evil and God,
The path’s been set for me to follow,
The way has been pointed out to me,
I need courage, and hope,
Time to unleash the beast, and set the dragon free,
Time to rise and defy Death,
Time to defeat Satan, and destroy God,
Time for war and violence, time to love and kill,
Time to tame the demons of the mind,
Time to cut the angel’s wings
Time to show your fangs and claws to the Devil,
I need courage, I need hope,
I need strength to slit the devil's throat
Give me Satan, Give me God,
Give me death, give me life,
The path is been set for me to follow”
― Quetzal

“He isn’t descended from foreigners. He is the very first outsider. A forbearer people would rather keep hush about being descended from, and I am honoured to know him.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The firelight shone upon his exposed fangs, and I wondered how they'd feel on my throat, and how loudly my sisters would scream before they, too, died.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Ah yes, of course, Spiders. Is it their size? Do you fear the ones you cannot see, dunnot sense until they bite you and you die a horrible, painful death? Or would you prefer a giant, fist-sized one? One that towers above buildings like in an old shit-show production? I quite think you would.
Now personally, one of my least favourite thing about spiders is their fangs. You see, their fangs are a mixture of rat’s fur and small dragon teeth. They manage to be sharp, deadly, and disgustingly hairy. Oh, and the colour of death. It makes me shiver just to think about those pincers closing in on a nice, fleshy, alive part of my body. I do think I’d be forced to amputate or decapitate. Possibly both.�
"Anywhore, their fangs aren’t what get most people. It’s their eyes. Kinda creepy, don’t ya think? We have two, they haveâ€�.well, too many ov’em. Would you like to see yourself reflected umpteenth times in a spider’s trippily reflective little eyes? Right before they smile and their fangs grab ya that is. No? I should hope not. You also have the venom and that shifty way they move to consider. Venom can kill anything, no matter how tough or large they are. And the whole eight legs shuffly shifty quicky thing just spooks the shit outta me mate. Death and spiders. They’re pretty much the same thing to some. Some being me, of course. Then again, I’m quite normal.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community: A Funny and Disturbing Conspiracy Mystery Novel

“Ah yes, of course, Spiders. Is it their size? Do you fear the ones you cannot see, dunnot sense until they bite you and you die a horrible, painful death? Or would you prefer a giant, fist-sized one? One that towers above buildings like in an old shit-show production? I quite think you would.
Now personally, one of my least favourite thing about spiders is their fangs. You see, their fangs are a mixture of rat’s fur and small dragon teeth. They manage to be sharp, deadly, and disgustingly hairy. Oh, and the colour of death. It makes me shiver just to think about those pincers closing in on a nice, fleshy, alive part of my body. I do think I’d be forced to amputate or decapitate. Possibly both.
Anywhore, their fangs aren’t what get most people. It’s their eyes. Kinda creepy, don’t ya think? We have two, they haveâ€�.well, too many ov’em. Would you like to see yourself reflected umpteenth times in a spider’s trippily reflective little eyes? Right before they smile and their fangs grab ya that is. No? I should hope not. You also have the venom and that shifty way they move to consider. Venom can kill anything, no matter how tough or large they are. And the whole eight legs shuffly shifty quicky thing just spooks the shit outta me mate. Death and spiders. They’re pretty much the same thing to some. Some being me, of course. Then again, I’m quite normal.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community: A Funny and Disturbing Conspiracy Mystery Novel

“John Deck was a snake fancier. He had only been rattler-bit a few times. At an early age he'd had his own pit full of diamondbacks, a plywood affair out near the garage. Some of the snakes would scootch themselves up vertically along the boards and John, cocky lad, used to knock them back down with his own quick right hand, until one day he presumed against a snake that was readier than he was, and caught a palmload of fangs.”
― David Quammen, The Boilerplate Rhino: Nature in the Eye of the Beholder

“He must have realized he'd crossed a line because he pulled back immediately. "I'm... sorry." He squeezed his eyes shut tight and hung his head. "I just---sorry." He carded a hand through his hair, tugging on it nervously. "Just because you're okay with kissing a vampire... no. I shouldn't have assumed you were also okay with my tasting your blood."
He gave me a sheepish smile that showed his teeth.
And for the first time since I'd met him, I saw the points of what were very obviously vampire fangs.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One